In 2011, he picked the Heat to beat the Mavericks; then the Mavs beat the Heat.

In 2012, he picked the Thunder to beat the Heat; the Heat then beat the Thunder.

In 2013, he picked the Spurs to beat the Heat; the Heat then beat the Spurs.

In 2014, he picked the Heat to beat the Spurs in their finals rematch; the Spurs won this time.

In 2015, he picked the Cavaliers to beat the Warriors; the Warriors ended up beating the Cavs.

In 2016, he said the Warriors would beat the Cavs; this time, the Cavs beat the Warriors in their rematch.

I mean, you have to be trying reallyhard to be this bad, right? Your job is to talk about sports for a living, ostensibly with some level of insight, and you claim to be some sort of “NBA insider” — and you get a prediction that ostensibly has 50-50 odds wrong SIX YEARS IN A ROW?!?!

That’s bad. But this video spliced together by an internet hero — showing six consecutive years of Smith being emphatically wrong — is wonderful.

It’s glorious. It’s high art. It was being shared far and wide Friday morning because, behold:

After the recent departures of two other “personalities” whose only discernible talent is being annoying at very high volume — Skip Bayless and Colin Cowherd, to be precise — ESPN has been doubling down on Smith.

He’s been all over the place during the NBA Playoffs — it’s felt impossible to turn on an ESPN channel or load ESPN.com without getting yelled at by Smith about manufactured sports drama. And for what? So he can be wrong at high volume for a seventh straight year? Good thing this dude isn’t a doctor.

Meanwhile, ESPN recently fired some of its best NBA reporters, talented writers who provided real insight and unearthed new information on a regular basis. Those reporters are all missed, yet we fans still have to endure Stephen A. Smith being inflicted upon us at seemingly every turn.

Anyway, I digress. This guy has been wrong about the NBA Finals for six straight years. The rub, of course, has become this: You actually want Smith picking against your team, so piss-poor are his prognostications.